She was right. If a man touched her arm in such a manner, he would no longer have a hand. Rennick removed his shirt, tossing it to the ground. “Where did she touch me?” Amelia faltered, a bit of her anger giving way to confusion. “What?” “Where did she touch me?” he repeated, punctuating every word as he held out his arms. “I was distracted. Show me exactly where.” Her eyes turned to slits. “This isn’t a fucking joke, Rennick.” “I’m not laughing, love.” Annoyance pulled at her mouth. “Your right arm.” “Where on my right arm?” She stared for a moment and touched his upper arm lightly. “Here.”
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